Hello Readers....
I can't put anything past you, right? Just so you know it is 3pm Tuesday and while I could be fleeing for the hills, I choose you. Hmmm..I choose you reminds me of something...I CHOOSE YOU, SPEEDRACER...maybe. I don't know. Feel free to drop me a FB post should you 1)be a Dear Reader, 2)have a Facebook, and 3)actually know me on said FB. First things first...I had to answer a rather stupid question yesterday and I thought to myself how cool it would be if I had a VOICE. I don't mean a voice voice, duh I have that...imagine if I were a mute blogger...no I mean a VOICE. In the car the other day (never mind you, what car) a child was playing with an iPhone. The app that she was playing with was a voice scrambler thingie. I wish I had an internal voice scrambler. That way, when someone asks me a stupid question, instead of me responding in my regular LolaTone, I could say almost menacing..."WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU SHOULD DO??!!". I think I would use my powers mostly for good like, when the kids do something that I don't like..."GO TO BED RIIIIIIIIIIIGGGHHHHHHHHHT NOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!!". For the kids I would need a special echo maker, so that I could be uber ominous. I could go on forever, but I'll let you be, seeing as its never going to happen.
Did I mention to you the looooong email that I wrote to an old friend? I think I did a few blogs ago. Well that old friend has morphed to no friend. It hurts, but not as much as it hurt to watch the friendship dwindle to nothing. Do you understand what I mean? I rather it be over than watch the wreck that it was becoming. I find it hard to believe that there is someone who rather not be my friend, but I also wish for internal voice scrambler powers, so what the hell do I know? I'm going to hold on to the good memories of the friendship and not dwell on the sad. Pardon me if I revisit now and then, its only natural. Like my hair....on to the next....
My hair is currently too short. Naturally curly hair is something I had to learn to embrace but my naturally curly hair is just too short. There is only so much that I can do with it and still look like a member of society. Between you and I, I rather it wild and all over the place...but it does not do me well. Contrary to popular belief I don't sit in Starbucks all day, dressed in purple, blogging away. I have a very regular job and I have to look a certain way. It took me years to conform to matching socks, so I am a work in progress, to say the least. Today I have a scarf folding into a headband to keep everything where it should be. Without this scarf my hair would be HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRRRRRR...instead of what it should be, hair. I love it. I just need it to grow maybe an inch more and it will be back to where I need it to be. Yesterday I had it completely covered in the scarf. That morning, I washed it and tied it down, the LazyLola way of getting some control. I thought it looked fine, until one of my staff came in...and in a "woman of a certain age" proclaimed, "get that off your head!". I realize that that was disrespectful and maybe if I were a different Lola I would have pimp smacked her, but she is reeeeeeeaaaaaaallllllyy OLD...like passport picture in coal on stone old and I just snickered and went about my day. This is the same old crone that calls me by my first name because she "can never pronounce Latina names". I think its because she knew Coco Chanel in elementary school, therefore refusing to call some infant Ms. Anything.
Whatever, Readers, you just have to let some things go. I let things go. To some, I may let things go to far, but hello...work in progress here. There was something else I wanted to talk to you about, but I cannot remember. I bet if I actually blogged weekly instead of faking the funk every other week, I would not be going through this. It is what it is, right?
Sometimes I wish I could see you when you read my blogs. Dear Readers, I want you to know that I appreciate your attention to the dire straits of my life. LOL. I'm kidding, my dire straits are no more dire than your own. Everyone has their something...and your something is the most urgent to you. I respect that. I remember!! Pikachu! I choose you, Pikachu...smh.
You get me. That's why I love you.
Lola
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
31st Tuesday
Good Morning Readers,
I have to tell you that you are exhale worthy. I've got stuff going on, I mean stuff and its such a relief for Tuesday to roll around and I know you appreciate me. I appreciate you too.
I don't really have anything fascinating to share with you today. I just finished writing a loooooong email to an old friend. That email has left me winded to say the least. I always try my best to please everyone, but honestly that is getting tired and real, real old. The less that I promise, the more peaceful I feel. Do you know how many promises I make to myself that fall on my own deaf ears? Well if I can't even hold my own word to myself, how can I afford to make promises to anyone else?
Same for you. Don't even set yourself up. You can set yourself to meet expectations set by others, or you can make up your own expectations. Its not as painful when you fail your own expectations. You can forgive yourself. When you fail others, you work (or at least I do)so damn hard to make up and fix things that you miss other things. I'm babbling because I've spent the last hour writing and the last hours since Sunday trying to improve situations. Sometimes you need to put yourself in a time out. Just stop. Just stop. At the end of the day, its just you.
Arrrgh. This is not a blog I want to write. This is not a blog I want to write because I don't know if my spirit is here and I don't want to use you. Oh wait. This is not a blog I want to write reminds me of the most amazing collaboration ever between two singers. Way back when I thought my life was so complicated (read:teens) there was a song recorded by Madonna and Prince. I want to say the name of the song was Love Song. I don't recall ever hearing it on the radio and I'm not sure if it was on his CD or hers. Let me tell you, mesmerizing. Nevermind that I was truly head over heels in lust with the BOTH of them, their voices together was pun intended music to my ears. I wonder what ever happened to that song?
And that, Dear Readers, is how to blog. To blog is to let your mind take your fingers from key to key. It is at the very least the most refreshing exhalable thing ever. Nevermind that I get to make up words like exhalable...its my poetic licsense.
Speaking of refreshing, I have not had time to write in my personal blog, since my personal life is happening and unlike OTHER PEOPLE (1) WHO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS I have to make time to address issues that effect my life. I have to be selfish. I have to save a little for me. With two children and a Lovely, I have only but so much time for everything else. I make time to write, because this is the time I choose to have for myself. No one can take this away from me.
Alright, enough about me, what about you? What do you love about me? Challah!! Imagine if I was such an attention whore to assume that everyone's life revolves around me. You know, children believe that everything revolves around them, but unfortunately, some adults have trouble letting go of that process. You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, whoa...that lyric has spoken to me time and time again. I wish it could be my ringtone sometimes.
Ugh, I just recieved a phone call...briiiiiing briiiiiiing life and responsibility calling....unfortunately I can't put this on hold. Thank you for understanding, and I look forward to speaking to you again. Really, the phone is ringing. Don't miss the call.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
I have to tell you that you are exhale worthy. I've got stuff going on, I mean stuff and its such a relief for Tuesday to roll around and I know you appreciate me. I appreciate you too.
I don't really have anything fascinating to share with you today. I just finished writing a loooooong email to an old friend. That email has left me winded to say the least. I always try my best to please everyone, but honestly that is getting tired and real, real old. The less that I promise, the more peaceful I feel. Do you know how many promises I make to myself that fall on my own deaf ears? Well if I can't even hold my own word to myself, how can I afford to make promises to anyone else?
Same for you. Don't even set yourself up. You can set yourself to meet expectations set by others, or you can make up your own expectations. Its not as painful when you fail your own expectations. You can forgive yourself. When you fail others, you work (or at least I do)so damn hard to make up and fix things that you miss other things. I'm babbling because I've spent the last hour writing and the last hours since Sunday trying to improve situations. Sometimes you need to put yourself in a time out. Just stop. Just stop. At the end of the day, its just you.
Arrrgh. This is not a blog I want to write. This is not a blog I want to write because I don't know if my spirit is here and I don't want to use you. Oh wait. This is not a blog I want to write reminds me of the most amazing collaboration ever between two singers. Way back when I thought my life was so complicated (read:teens) there was a song recorded by Madonna and Prince. I want to say the name of the song was Love Song. I don't recall ever hearing it on the radio and I'm not sure if it was on his CD or hers. Let me tell you, mesmerizing. Nevermind that I was truly head over heels in lust with the BOTH of them, their voices together was pun intended music to my ears. I wonder what ever happened to that song?
And that, Dear Readers, is how to blog. To blog is to let your mind take your fingers from key to key. It is at the very least the most refreshing exhalable thing ever. Nevermind that I get to make up words like exhalable...its my poetic licsense.
Speaking of refreshing, I have not had time to write in my personal blog, since my personal life is happening and unlike OTHER PEOPLE (1) WHO WILL REMAIN NAMELESS I have to make time to address issues that effect my life. I have to be selfish. I have to save a little for me. With two children and a Lovely, I have only but so much time for everything else. I make time to write, because this is the time I choose to have for myself. No one can take this away from me.
Alright, enough about me, what about you? What do you love about me? Challah!! Imagine if I was such an attention whore to assume that everyone's life revolves around me. You know, children believe that everything revolves around them, but unfortunately, some adults have trouble letting go of that process. You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you, whoa...that lyric has spoken to me time and time again. I wish it could be my ringtone sometimes.
Ugh, I just recieved a phone call...briiiiiing briiiiiiing life and responsibility calling....unfortunately I can't put this on hold. Thank you for understanding, and I look forward to speaking to you again. Really, the phone is ringing. Don't miss the call.
You get me, that's why I love you.
Lola
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